No social media, no TV, no reading of books or newspapers or magazines for seven days.
Lessons were learned.
KEN NORDINE - I USED TO THINK MY RIGHT HAND WAS UGLIER THAN MY LEFT (by lostmymindin79)
Sad to hear about Lou Reed’s passing. Love so much of his body of music and poetry, but listening to the darkly elegant Magic and Loss record today. His reflections on cancer, death, grief and healing have been a really good friend on several occasions. I hope all of those close to him - physically, spiritually, emotionally - be they family, friend or fan - find the kind of grace he lit up on that 14-track composition. RIP Lou. And thanks.
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